Only 7 weeks ago you were the next step on my bread baking adventure.
I like you, New Job, but you are not what you seemed. Why have all the bakers, aside from the bakery owner, myself, and an intern from cooking school, quit or been fired in these 7 weeks? I know I've worked a few nights by myself now, but I'm trashed. Spent. Exhausted. Hangry (hungry-angry).
I'm about to come see you again tonight, New Job. Be kind.
3 comments:
wow. you look hu-pissed.
Wow, that sounds rough. Love the photo of the flour covered clothes.
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